Daniel apparently hurt his foot more than he thought on Saturday. He was hobbling and unable to come with us to Disney World. I was a little worried to go with the boys without him, it being so much bigger a park than Disneyland. However, my dad and stepmom were going to meet us later, so I went knowing I'd have extra hands to help if needed.
It was your typical, hot and humid August day; the kind of humid where your bra sticks to you, sweats oozes from every pore, and glasses fog :/ Thundershowers were expected, too! As fate would have it, it poured down and thundered so bad that everyone had to deboard the tram for safety reasons. We found cover, but not before getting soaked. The upside, if one could be found, was that the ridiculous heat dried us off in no time. Duke, my stepmom's therapy dog in training, was the guest of honor. He was here on assignment:how to behave in huge crowds. He got an A+ for behavior and bladder control.
We got to see many of the attractions, enjoy funnel cake, see a princess parade, the Electrical Parade, and fireworks. The fun began to fade fast soon after the fireworks. Lots had to be done before catching my hotel shuttle. Daddy lost his glasses on Space Mountain, so we had to head to lost and found. The double stroller also needed to be returned. Then, exiting the park became a semi-nightmare. It began to pour as we were funneled toward the monorail. Anthony fell asleep and had to be carried. We almost missed the hotel shuttle. I saw the door close to our shuttle, and I tore away from my dad and began running with the now sleeping Daniel and half awake Anthony. I banged on the door and the driver let us in. I waved goodbye to my dad through the rain streaked door, sat the boys down, wrapped my arms around them, took a deep breath, and then cried. The woman across from me saw how overwhelmed I apparently had been and offered me a tissue. She even said, "It isn't always the happiest place on earth." I felt foolish for having the meltdown, for it wouldn't have been the end of the world if we had missed the shuttle. My dad had his car; however, he doesn't have toddler car seats in it. I knew I could call Daniel. He had an injured foot, but I know he would've picked us up. I just didn't want him doing that, especially in the rain. ~It all thankfully worked out in the end but not without a little drama. ~
